Network Noise [CLOSED]

[djinnigenie]

[The feed kicks in with an accidental activation. Shuffling, loud, brushing noises herald a loud, muffled, angry, female voice.]

MORRIGAN! Where in the Maker's name am I? WHAT DID YOU DO?

[Slam! Rattle! Distortion. The louder words echo a bit in the cavernous space.]

WHERE AM I?

[Heavy breathing.]

You said I would live, but you didn't mention *this* - can you hear me?

[Deep breath. Calmer voice.]

Very well. I do not know where I am. This is not the Fade nor the Deep Roads nor anywhere I have seen in Ferelden.

[Muffled noise and scraping.]

Dear Andraste! Morrigan - please run, my friend. Loghain is going to be hunting you. Loghain... dear Maker.

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

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[djinnigenie]

[That pulls a laugh from her.]

I have an older brother named Fergus! I know of what you speak.

Well... had.

[And now that amused face falls into quiet sadness.]

[attention_wenches]

[He knows that look, too, and that there's nothing he can do about it.]

Perhaps I'd best leave you to your dinner.

[djinnigenie]

Aye, but... thank you. Again.

[Elissa's smile is quiet, but warm.]

I hope to call you friend, Loki Odinson. My first here in this new place.

Good eve to you.

[attention_wenches]

[A seemingly sensible, competent, grown woman being so gracious to the supercilious child he knows he must be to her eyes continues to unnerve about as much as it pleases. But he manages a shallow bow.]

I'm... sure I'll find you again soon. I'd best get back to the vault and finish my notes for the day.